Jun 2013
You think they're just whispers,
little voices in my brain. But,
these phrases go through phases.
Phases that grow with pain.
They start small and grow big,
like the dreams of a kid.
Sleeping,
slumber,
keeping it all under
my skin,
In my flesh,
Through my veins.
They say let it out.
So I do,
But I hide it.
Because it leaves scars.
So I wear long sleeves and scarves.
Cover it up.
No swimming.
Never swimming.
Always drowning,
Drowning in these
thoughts.
little voices in my brain. But,
these phrases go through phases.
Phases that grow with pain.
They start small and grow big,
like the dreams of a kid.
Sleeping,
slumber,
keeping it all under
my skin,
In my flesh,
Through my veins.
They say let it out.
So I do,
But I hide it.
Because it leaves scars.
So I wear long sleeves and scarves.
Cover it up.
No swimming.
Never swimming.
Always drowning,
Drowning in these
thoughts.
Originally a spoken word piece. I still think it could be effective written down, though I do wish I could make the build up and release on the last line more evident. Maybe I'll play with punctuation and overall structure...
